My Decisions

As I walked through the palace corridors, my mind was in turmoil. The events of the past few weeks had left me feeling lost and uncertain about my place here. The breakup with Liam, the loss of our baby, it all felt like a heavy weight on my shoulders.

I found myself standing by the large windows, staring out at the moonlit night. The stars twinkled in the sky, and a soft breeze rustled the curtains. In that moment, the idea of leaving the palace in secret began to take shape in my mind.

The thought was both daunting and enticing. A part of me yearned for a fresh start, away from the constant reminders of what had happened. But another part of me was hesitant, tied to the memories and the people I had grown close to.

I closed my eyes, trying to imagine a life beyond these walls. A life where I could heal and find some semblance of peace. But as I pictured it, I couldn't shake the feeling of guilt. Guilt for leaving Ana, for leaving the friends who had supported me through thick and th